Date: Sat, 06 Apr 2002 17:00:46 -0600
From: Tim Foure
Subject: MD Sequel Jason and Andrew Chapter 1
Jason and Andrew (Me and Dad the Sequel, Part 3) - Chapter 1 - Jason
by Tim Foure
copyright 2002 by Tim Foure
If you are under 18 or not permitted access to homosexual erotica where you
live, then you should not read this story. The other usual disclaimers too.
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This story is a continuation of "Me and Dad the Sequel". Different
characters are narrating different parts of the story, so you need to take
note of who's talking as you read each chapter.
Chapter 1 - Jason
I always liked to be naked. I mean from as far back as I can remember. My
brother Mike says he used to have to chase me down to put clothes on me
when he was babysitting me. He said he just quit bothering after a
while. He would let me run around naked until it was time to put me to
bed. Then I'd fight him when he tried to put pajamas on me. I was pretty
young then, like two years old, so I don't really remember it, but I don't
like to wear clothes now either so I believe him. I could always trust him
to tell me the straight story even when Mom was giving me some totally
unbelievable stuff about the stork or the cabbage patch. I still can. I
don't wear pajamas now, but I don't remember when I stopped. But I must
have stopped sometime because otherwise Mike wouldn't have told me this
story.
I think Mike likes to be naked too. I mean, for one thing I never saw him
wear pajamas. I don't think any of the men in our family do, at least not
the ones I've had a chance to check out. Mom does, but really she wears a
nightgown, not pajamas. And I've seen Sands wear a nightgown too. She's my
sister-in-law. I think it's cool that you get a sister when your brother
gets married. I really like her. Most of the time I think she sleeps naked
just like Mike. I know that because I've slept with her and Mike when
they've both been naked. I was naked too. I like to cuddle up better when
everybody's naked.
I've never had a chance to check out my grandparents. I've got three
grandfathers and two grandmothers. I'd have three grandmothers too but my
dad's mother is dead. That's more than most people have but I didn't know
that until I started kindergarten. Everybody laughed when I said how many
I have. They told me I'm not supposed to count all of Mike's grandparents
because he's got a different father from me and his father's parents aren't
related to me. But they've always treated me just like they treat Mike and
I always thought of them just like I do all the rest. So I figure they
count just as much as the rest of them do. I mean, if I was going to give
one of them up to make the numbers come out right, I'd give up Grandfather.
That's what Mike and I call our mom's father. Mike says he's gotten better
so now he's a lot nicer than he used to be. He must have been really bad
back when Mike was my age.
I've checked out all the other men in the family that I could. I know for
sure Bob and Dave don't wear pajamas because they've babysat me and a lot
of times I've stayed there all night with them. Course they will go around
naked sometimes and I can do it too. If I go and get in with them during
the night, they let me stay. At first they wouldn't do that. If I got in
bed with them and one of them woke up, he would put me back on the
sofa. But after a while I guess they kind of got used to it because they
just started letting me stay.
Bob and Dave are fun to cuddle with because they're both kind of furry. I
call Dave 'Dad' just like Mike calls my dad 'Dad'. I don't know when I
started doing that but I bet I did it because Mike did it. They laughed at
me in kindergarten when I told them I had two dads too. This one kid said
Dave was divorced from my mom so he wasn't really my dad. He said Mike had
no business calling my dad 'Dad' either. I decided he didn't know what he
was talking about so I hit him in the mouth so he would shut up about
it. He stopped laughing right away and started crying instead. They made me
tell him I was sorry but really I wasn't. I think he was just jealous
because I had two great dads and he didn't. Maybe he didn't have any dad at
all and somebody really did find him under a cabbage leaf someplace like my
mom told me one time when I asked her where babies come from.
My nephew Andy is just like me. I mean he has two dads too. I like to think
about him being my nephew. I'm only six years older than him but I really
am his uncle. My brother Mike is one of his dads and Barry is the other
one. Barry is Andy's mom's brother. That makes him Mike's brother-in-law. I
say he is my brother-in-law too even though Mike told me that's not
true. Andy calls them both 'Dad' too. I've had lots of chances to check
Barry out when I've gone on vacations with him and Mike and Sands and I
never saw him wear pajamas. Course all three of them will just go naked
sometimes and one time when I was little they took me to a beach place
where nobody ever wore any clothes at all. That was really great! It's
funny when I go in their bedroom to cuddle up with them at night because I
never know who's going to be there. Sometimes it's Mike and Sands,
sometimes it's Mike and Barry, sometimes it's all three of them, and
sometimes it's just one of them. I like to cuddle with all of them no
matter how many are in the bed because they will put their arms over me and
hold me close. Mike told me I had to be careful and not say anything about
sleeping with them to anybody else so I always am.
It took me a long time to figure out who everybody was. I mean how they
were related to me and all, so as soon as Andy got big enough so he'd
understand, I started telling him about it. I didn't want him to get
laughed at in kindergarten like I did. But I had to be real careful when I
was telling him because, like, my mom is his grandmom and he's got three
granddads too or maybe four if you count Bob because Andy calls Bob
'Granddad' too. He's got another grandmother besides my mom too, but he's
only got two grandmothers altogether, so they aren't a problem.
Andy likes to cuddle at night just like I do. I don't like to sleep by
myself if I don't have to and neither does he. But Mom and Dad won't let me
sleep with them most of the time so mostly I sleep with whoever I can when
somebody else is visiting us or I am visiting them. Andy always sleeps with
me when we are together and Mike says he will come get in bed with them a
lot. I guess that means he will sleep with whoever is there in their bed
just like I do. I never know right away who Mike means when he says 'us'
because it could be him and Sands or him and Barry or all three of them so
I always have to listen close to figure it out.
When I was like eight or nine I started noticing guys' dicks. Course I knew
they had them before that and I touched just about everybody's dick that I
could while I was sleeping with them. But it seemed like all of a sudden I
started paying attention to them. That's when I noticed each one was
different. I got real fascinated with that. Then I saw this TV show where
they were talking about fingerprints and how each one is different and I
got this idea that since dicks are all different too, you could take dick
prints and tell who guys were from them. I told Mike about it and he
laughed. He told me, "They find people who break the law because they touch
something and leave their fingerprints on it. Where would somebody leave a
dick print?"
I had to admit he had me there. But I was still fascinated by dicks and how
different each one was. I started paying a lot of attention to how they
looked at different times. That's when I realized every grownup I ever
slept with got hard in the morning. That kind of surprised me. I knew men's
dicks got hard when they were having sex because Mike explained to me about
sex back when I was little. Mike and Sands were the first people I ever saw
do it but I saw other people do it after them. When it was only men they
did stuff Mike didn't tell me about. Course I didn't ask him about it
either because I knew I wasn't supposed to be watching them. I kind of like
to watch people and especially to look at them when they don't know they
are being looked at. I've seen a lot of people do it.
But anyhow it was like everybody's got hard on schedule every morning,
which was not the way my dick acted. Mine got hard whenever it wanted to
and I could never tell when that was going to be. I told Mike all the stuff
I found out about dicks and he would tell me whether what I thought was
right or not. He would tell me other stuff about dicks if I asked him. One
of the neat things about Mike is he likes to talk about dicks too. His was
the first dick I drew a picture of. I could always draw pretty good and Mom
had got somebody to start giving me some lessons right at that same time,
so I drew a picture of his dick when it was hard and showed it to him. He
thought I did a good job on it, but I told him I could have done it better
if I had been looking at his dick instead of trying to draw it from
memory. He just pulled his pants down for me and let me see it.
I learned something new about dicks when I was drawing his. I told him it
was too bad he wasn't hard because that was the way I really wanted to draw
it. He said that was no problem and he began to touch it. The next thing I
knew his dick was hard. I really wanted to talk about how he did that, but
once he got hard he told me, "Go ahead and draw it before it gets soft
again," so I did. After that I kind of forgot to ask him because when I
start drawing, it is like my whole mind goes into it and I can't think of
anything else.
After I drew Mike's, I started drawing all the dicks I'd seen. I did it
from memory most of the time because I didn't think people would just show
me their dicks so I could draw them. Mike told me I ought to put away the
drawings I made of his dick so I figured I probably ought to do that with
all the drawings I did like that. It wasn't any problem. Mom and Dad never
go through my stuff. I also started touching my dick sometimes to see if I
could make it get hard. I tried to remember what Mike did to make his dick
hard, but his dick is different from mine because it is cut and mine
isn't. He explained to me about cut and uncut one time. Sometimes when I
touched mine it would get hard and other times it wouldn't. I decided the
next time I got to talk to him about it, I would ask him how he did it and
get him to show me.
I don't get to see Mike by himself a lot. They have a pretty big apartment
here but they don't live here all the time. Really it's a condo and not an
apartment, but it looks like an apartment to me because it's up high in a
big building. Mike and Barry have to travel a lot of the time because of
their work and Sands doesn't stay here much when they are not here. She has
taken me to London with her and Andy a couple times when Mike was going to
be there for a while too. That was really great! I have gone other places
with them whenever Mom and Dad would let me. But it's only once in a while
that I get to talk to Mike when it's just the two of us there. That's when
we talk about dick and stuff like that. But I didn't get a chance to talk
to him about how he made himself get a hardon for a long time after it
happened, and then when I did get a chance, I had already figured it out
for myself so I didn't need to ask him. In the meantime, I kept touching
mine because it felt good to do it even when it didn't get hard.
The next time Dave and Bob babysat for me and I stayed over, I tried
touching Bob's dick while he was asleep to see if it would get hard. I
figured since he was cut just like Mike, I might be able to figure out what
the trick was. I knew I had to be real careful or I'd wake him up so first
I just wrapped my fingers around it and held it. I was still trying to
figure out what I ought to do next when his dick started to get bigger in
my hand. It had to be doing it all on its own because I hadn't done
anything to make it happen. I was just holding it. But I didn't care
because it meant I could get a real close look at it. There was some light
coming in the window so I pushed the sheet off of us to see it, but I
needed more light to get a really good look. I didn't know what I could do
about that until all of a sudden I remembered the flashlight in the kitchen
drawer. I got out of bed real careful and went and got it.
When I came back, Bob had turned over and he had pulled the sheet back over
him too. That was good because he was facing the outside of the bed instead
of the middle like he had been. I was worried I'd wake him up when I
crawled back in between him and Dave, but this way I didn't have to get
back in bed.
I lifted up the sheet and pushed it off his middle. I could see his dick
without turning on the flashlight. It had gotten soft again while I was
gone. I couldn't figure out what to do. I decided to try just holding it in
my hand like I had before and that turned out to work. He got hard again
after a little while. I pulled the sheet down over my head and got real
close to his dick. When I turned on the flashlight, it was right there in
my face and I could see it just fine. I kind of ran my fingers over it
while I was looking at it so I could get it all set in my mind. Sometimes
it helps to touch things when I'm going to draw them. It was the same size
down at the bottom where it comes out of his belly and right under the
head, but in the middle near where the circumcision scar was, it got a
little thicker. The skin was darker on the bottom half and lighter on the
top half. The head was pointy and a little bit red. I could see inside the
slit when I held it back with my finger. It was red and wet looking. In the
back there was a deep upside-down 'V' going up the head and it had a bundle
of loose skin connected to it with a thick place like a little round red
pea in it. I noticed a clear drop of liquid was starting to come out of the
slit but it didn't look like pee because it wasn't yellow and it was real
shiny in the light.
I was just about finished looking at it when the sheet suddenly came off my
head and Bob whispered to me, "What are you doing?"
He surprised me so much I couldn't think of what to say, so I whispered
back, "Nothing."
"Why are you under the sheet with a flashlight playing with my dick?"
When I thought about it later, what I should have said was, 'If you knew
what I was doing, why did you ask me?', but I didn't think of that
then. Instead I told him, "I was just looking."
"You look with your eyes, not your hand."
I realized I was still holding it so I let go. I wanted to tell him I did
look with my hands sometimes, but I couldn't think of how to say that right
then. The best I could come up with was, "Yes I do."
"Yes you do what?"
"I do look with my hands. Sometimes I have to feel something to see it
right."
He seemed to think about that for a few seconds before he whispered, "Why
are you looking at it at all?"
"Because I wanted to see it good."
He seemed like he got exasperated when I said that. I could hear it in his
voice when he whispered, "Well, have you seen it good enough yet?"
"Yeah, I think so," I told him.
While I was answering, Dave sat up in bed and asked, "What's going on." I
was surprised because Mike says Dave sleeps like the dead. He was looking
at me sitting on the floor holding the flashlight which was still shining
on Bob's dick. His dick was still hard but the drop had fallen off the end
in a long streamer that shined in the light.
I started to tell him I was looking at Bob's dick but Bob cut me off and
said, "I think Jace is practicing to be a detective."
I decided that was a cool answer. I knew we would have gone through the
whole thing again if I had said what I was going to. Then they would have
wanted to know more about it. I felt ok about telling them I was drawing
pictures of dicks, but I would just as soon not have had to tell them if I
didn't have to. This way I didn't. I stood up and turned off the
flashlight. Bob took it from me, put it on the night stand, and told me to
get back in bed. He moved over and held up the sheet so I could get in on
the outside next to him. I got on there, but I crawled over him so I could
lie in the middle. They both went back to sleep and after a little while I
did too, but first I had to think about Bob's dick so I'd know how I was
going to draw it.
The next morning I started drawing Bob's dick as soon as I woke up because
it was right there in my mind and there was no other way to get it out. I
drew two pictures of it soft from the way I'd seen it when he was walking
around the apartment. I was almost finished drawing the second picture of
it hard when Bob came up behind me and looked over my shoulder. He watched
while I added the streamer of bright sticky stuff falling from the end of
his dick.
"Is that me?"
"Yeah," I told him.
"Is that why you were looking at me last night? Because you wanted to draw
a picture?" He didn't sound angry. Just interested.
"Yeah. I wanted to see it hard so I could draw it that way too." I handed
him the pad, flipping back the pages and showing him the other three
pictures.
"I've never seen it from those angles, but I'd say these are pretty
accurate drawings of it. How come you decided to draw pictures of me?" he
said as he handed the book back to me
"I dunno. I just did." It didn't occur to me to tell him the main thing in
my mind had actually been to figure out how to make him get hard because I
had intended to draw pictures of him eventually too. Drawing just hadn't
been what I was thinking about when I started.
"Well, next time you decide you want to have a look at my dick, ask and
maybe I'll let you."
I thought that was funny since he was standing there naked. I laughed and
said, "I can look at you right now." I reached out to point at his dick. I
didn't mean to touch it, but it was just the right distance away so my
fingertip pressed against it. Then it occurred to me that maybe he had
meant he would let me see him hard.
But as he backed away so my finger broke contact with his dick, he said,
"True. I guess you've got me there."
I drew a few more pictures of his dick until I had it all out of my head.
While I was drawing, Dave had come into the living room and sat down in the
chair across from the sofa where I was sitting. He was reading something
and paying no attention to me so I could look at him without him
noticing. I pretended to be drawing but I would look up every once in a
while to look at his dick.
At first it was sort of caught between his legs so only the tip showed
where there was like a nipple from his foreskin being pushed forward, but
after a few minutes he shifted and spread his legs a little. His dick ended
up draped over his balls and I was looking at it almost head on. I decided
to draw it that way. By the time I was finished with that, he'd moved again
so I had more of a side view of it so I drew it that way. He moved a few
more times too, but his dick only fell into a new position after the last
time. He was sitting with his back against the arm of the chair. He had
thrown one leg over the arm of the chair but stretched the other leg out
straight in front of the arm. His body and leg were making a straight line
from his shoulder all the way to his ankle. And best of all, his dick was
pointing up his belly so I was seeing the side and the back. I drew it that
way twice before I was satisfied I'd gotten it right.
That night I went in and got in bed with them before they were both asleep.
Dave was already out, but Bob wasn't and moved over so I could crawl up
between them and get under the sheet. I wanted to stay awake until Bob was
asleep too, and I was also curious about whether holding my own dick would
make it get hard. I lay there with my hand wrapped around my dick while I
listened to Bob's breathing get slower until he finally began to make
little snoring sounds. I don't know how long that took, but it was a
while. Holding my dick didn't do any good though because it stayed soft. I
tried holding Bob's again and it got hard right away. I couldn't figure out
the difference unless it was because he was cut. So then I thought I would
try holding Dave's and see if the same thing happened even though he wasn't
cut, but he was on his side facing the outside of the bed so I couldn't
reach his. I decided I should probably go to sleep instead.
I lay there for a while but I didn't go to sleep because I had this picture
of Dave's dick in my mind they way I'd drawn it lying up his belly. All I
could think about was seeing it hard close up so I could draw that picture
too. I knew Dave was a real sound sleeper. He wasn't likely to wake up the
way Bob had, so I got out from under the sheet, crawled down the bed, and
went to the kitchen to get the flashlight.
When I lifted the sheet, I could see Dave's dick and balls hanging across
his leg the same way Bob's had been the night before. The head of his dick
was all inside his foreskin and there was some skin sticking past it. I
thought his foreskin had to be longer than mine because mine never hung off
the end of my dick like his did. I took hold of his dick carefully until I
had it loose from his balls and wrapped my fingers around it. Then I
waited. I was hoping it would get hard, but I thought there was a chance
that only happened if you were cut and it might not work. It took longer,
but finally his dick started to get hard. I pulled the sheet down over my
head, turned on the flashlight, and watched his dick get hard in my hand.
It was more fun to watch Dave's get hard than it had been to watch Bob's
because Bob's just got longer and thicker but the skin on the end of Dave's
kept changing shape while that was happening. I was wishing I could stop it
every few seconds and it would stay just like it was while I drew it, but
there was no way that was going to happen. I tried to remember as much of
what it looked like as I could until it got completely hard. I noticed
another thing that was different about his. The skin on Bob's got tighter
as he got harder, but the skin on Dave's stayed loose and I could feel it
moving over whatever was getting hard under it. When his dick stopped
getting bigger, it was pointed straight at me and I was only a couple of
inches away from it. I was looking right at the end where the skin was sort
of folded over. I moved it around so I could see it from different sides
and I ran my finger over the end to feel the way the skin was.
Once I was sure I had what I saw stored up so I could draw it, I decided to
pull the skin back and look at the head. I had seen Dave hard in the
mornings, but I had never seen the head of his dick because the foreskin
always covered it. I slid my hand up his dick until it was around the head,
held it a little tighter, and slid the skin back until I could see the
whole head. The skin of his dick was like a dark tan, but the head was kind
of purple and shiny. It was a different shape from Bob's too, not so pointy
and more rounded. I let go of his dick completely so I could look at it
that way with the head all shiny and the skin bunched up underneath the
head. While I was looking the skin moved over the edge of the head all by
itself and started to cover it again. It got almost half way up the head
before it stopped. I was really fascinated. I touched the bunched-up skin
with my finger and it moved further up the head. I kept touching it and the
skin kept moving until the head was completely covered again. I pulled the
skin down off the head and repeated the whole process twice more. By then I
had enough in my head to draw maybe a dozen pictures of his dick as it got
hard and with the skin pulled back off the head. I turned off the
flashlight and put it on the floor beside the night stand.
I was going to get back in bed then, but I decided I was really having a
good time playing with the skin on Dave's dick. I couldn't see it very well
without the flashlight, but I could feel it just fine, so I kept sliding
the skin carefully on and off the head and running my fingers all over it.
After a while my fingers touched something wet at the end. I rubbed it
around and found out it was real slick. I figured out it was the same stuff
I'd seen come out of Bob's dick while I was touching his. I pulled the skin
back and rubbed it all over the head. Another drop came out of his dick
right away, so I rubbed that around the head too. The more I rubbed, the
more seemed to come out until there was more than I could get on just the
head of his dick. I was trying to figure out whether I should rub it on
the lower part of his dick or what when I got the idea to rub it on the
head of my dick. I pulled my foreskin back and started rubbing the drops on
my dick head as they came out of Dave's. It felt great and I got hard right
away. I was really happy because I'd figured out how to make my dick hard
too. There was so much that my dick head got really wet and it felt better
and better to rub it. That was when Dave rolled over the other way.
I stayed on the floor rubbing my dick until all the stuff dried up and it
stopped feeling so good to rub it. Then I tried to get back into bed
between Dave and Bob. Only trouble was Dave had rolled over next to Bob, so
I had to kind of force my way in between them. Bob woke up, saw what was
going on, and shifted over to make room for me. Once I was under the sheet,
I went right off to sleep.
In the morning I could hardly wait to start drawing Dave's dick but first
we had to eat breakfast and then Bob made me get cleaned up and dressed
because we were picking my parents up at the airport. Finally once I was
dressed I could settle down to draw the pictures in my mind while Dave and
Bob got ready. I knew they'd be a while because they went into the bathroom
together and closed the door. I guess I wasn't supposed to figure out that
they were doing it in there, but I was so anxious to start drawing that I
didn't care.
I'd been drawing for a while, but I lost track of how long. I do that a lot
when I start drawing. I had finished most of the pictures and was working
on one of Dave's dick with the foreskin half way over the head when Bob
came up behind the sofa and looked over my shoulder. Since I wasn't
finished with it, I kept on drawing.
"Look what I found," he said as he walked around the end of the sofa.
I looked up and saw him holding the flashlight. That's when I remembered
I'd left it on the floor on Dave's side of the bed. I didn't know what to
say so I just looked at it.
"I guess I know what you were doing last night then," he said as he looked
at the drawing of Dave's dick that was about three-quarters
finished. "That's Dave, right?"
"Yeah, it is," I told him.
"I guess you got a good look at him, huh?"
He didn't sound mad or anything, so I told him, "Yeah, I did. His is real
different looking from yours. You wanna see?" I started turning back pages
so he could see all the drawings I'd finished.
"Yeah, lemme see." He sat down on the sofa next to me and looked through
the drawings.
"You've made a lot more of him than you did me," he said.
"Yeah. His dick changes more when it gets hard than yours does. Did you
ever notice?"
"Yeah, I've noticed," he said. He had a kind of funny smile on his face.
When I got home, I took the drawings out of my book and put them away with
the ones I had of Mike. Since I did those I'd drawn my best friend Jeff's
and I talked two of my other friends into letting me draw them too. They
made me show them mine before they'd show me theirs, but I didn't mind
that. I would have shown them mine anyhow. Ever since I can remember Jeff
and I have showed each other ours and touched each other's too. Neither one
of the other guys was hard the first time, but both of them wanted to do it
again and that was great with me. They didn't know how to make themselves
hard any more than I did, but eventually the time came when they were hard
and I got to draw them that way too. I decided I'd draw my dad next. It was
easy to do his soft because I saw him naked in the bathroom every
morning. I thought I'd seen him partly hard some mornings too, but I
couldn't really tell. I started to try thinking up a way I could get a
close up look of his hard.
To be continued
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